A/N: Okay, the title bothered me, so I changed it slightly if you don't mind. Thanks for the review!!! This story is a lot of fun to write . . .even if I sometimes feel like no one is reading it. LOL. Anyway, I am going to try and update some more this weekend. (Look at my bio because sometimes I have update info and other stuff.)
Also, I know I said a day to a chapter, but this chapter is Part One of the day. The next part should be up sometime during the weekend, but I thought it sounded better to end it like I did.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire!
Chapter Five
Day Three
11 July 2004
Is it just me or does chocolate taste different down here? Maybe I had the same experience two years ago. I can't remember. This Twix bar tastes a little different, and if its possible a little better than does in America.
So, anyway, enough of that . . .randomness. Let me tell you about today! Today, we all got to sleep in!
Haha! No, that's not it. I will tell you though; it feels weird living with all these people. I mean, its one thing to stay in hotel rooms, but living with them is a different story.
I actually woke up early in the first place because I am just like that, and since Anna told us if we woke up early we could go ahead and hang out and do whatever. Since I figured it would be hopeless to go back to bed, because it was seven, I decided to make it an early day. I headed upstairs with clothing with the intention of taking shower. I made sure not to wake anyone up as I headed into the bathroom and took a shower.
After I got out of the shower and got dressed, I decided to go ahead and eat breakfast. It still looked like no one was up yet, but as I entered the kitchen, I found the last person I really wanted to talk to. Yeah, Gordo was sitting at the table all by himself eating cereal.
Someone must really want for us to talk or something, or they wouldn't be placing us in these awkward situations.
I got a bagel, and was tempted to go into another room, but since I didn't want to make it blatantly obvious that I was avoiding him (because that would be rude) I had no choice but to sit with him. By the look on his face, I could tell that he wished I was rude and had left for another room.
I tried to ignore it, but it hurt me when he looked like that. There is something about him that always makes me feel guilty. I think maybe we might have to talk sooner than I expected.
"Hi," I said to him, again not trying to act like I was avoiding him.
"Hi," he said.
"How are you?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful.
"Good," he answered, taking another bite of his cereal.
"So, you are up early," I noted, "Couldn't sleep?"
Gordo shook his head, "Nope."
Well, if he is going to keep giving me one-word responses, maybe I should be rude. Why is he giving me the cold shoulder? It's been almost four months. You would think that we would at least be friends by now, but apparently that's not the case. Maybe the break-up was harder on him than he made it seem. Was curious about this, so I asked him.
"Gordo?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Are we. . ." I paused, not knowing how to word this, "Are we friends?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know."
"Well, do you want to be friends?"
Again, Gordo shrugged.
"Gordo, are you mad at me?"
Gordo shook his head, "No, I'm not mad."
"Then why aren't you speaking to me?"
"I guess I don't have much to say," He said.
"You have nothing to say to me?" I asked.
Gordo shrugged, "I guess."
"Okay. Are you sure you don't want to talk about anything? I always want to talk to you."
He shook his head, "Nope. Nothing. If I think of anything, you will be the first to know."
Gordo got up and put his bowl in the sink and left the room and went outside. I don't know why, but I followed him. He looked back at me, "You really want to talk to me, don't you?" He said and he stopped.
"Well," I started, "Yeah, I do."
"Fine," Gordo said and he stuck his hands in his pockets, "Talk."
"Can we go for a walk?" I asked, thinking it would be easier to walk and talk than to just stand there.
"A walk?" Gordo repeated, "Just how long do you plan on this talk being?"
"Not that long. Come on!" I said.
Gordo sighed, "Fine."
We started walking, in silence at first. "So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked.
"Us," I said.
" 'Us?' Heh! Last I checked, there was no 'us.'" Gordo said.
"Gordo, don't be like that."
"Like what? We broke up, remember?"
I nodded my head, "I know that. I think we should talk about it, though."
"What? Do you want to get back together?" he said, still seeming a little bitter.
"No," I said, "That is not what this is about. I have just noticed that we have been avoiding each other lately, and I don't think that is right."
"Well, you hurt me," Gordo said.
"I'm sorry I hurt you. You have hurt me, too."
"How have I hurt you?" he asked.
"The way you have treated me now. You never want to talk, and it's hard to see my best friend shun me like you have."
"Well, how do you expect me to act?"
"Like my friend. I miss my best friend, Gordo."
"Lizzie, I don't know how you feel, but believe it or not, I am still in love with you! There! I said it! Is that what you wanted to hear?" Gordo said, raising his voice slightly.
I shook my head, and suddenly I started crying, "Gordo, believe it or not, I love you too."
"Then why did you break up with me?"
"Gordo, right now, my head is mixed up in a lot of places. Right now, I love you, but I don't feel like I am in love with you right now. Maybe someday that will change, but I can't change how I feel right now."
"Yeah, but why did you break up with me?"
"Gordo," I sighed, still crying, shaking my head, "It's just that our relationship got too complicated. It was almost like everything got too serious all of the sudden."
"I thought things were always serious."
"I know, and maybe they were. It's a little more complicated than that, okay?" I cried even harder.
Gordo sighed and stopped walking and so did I. He looked at me, as if he were about to say something, but couldn't say it. He almost looked as if he were about to cry, "Lizzie, you hurt me a lot when you broke up with me, especially because I didn't see any of it coming. Lizzie, I can't even describe how I felt," he said, "but the sad thing is, despite any hurt you gave me, its hard to be mad at you. I think I have accepted the fact that you broke up with me, but you also left me with something that broke me even harder. With your explanation, you said that maybe later we could get together after you sorted things out."
"What are you trying to say, Gordo?"
"I thought you meant a month or two, but when you didn't say anything, I didn't know what to do. I waited for you, but it occurred to me that maybe we wouldn't get back together. I guess what I am trying to get across is this: Is it worth waiting for? I mean, are you going to make up your mind anytime soon, or should I assume that I am free to date anyone, because if so, I might start dating other people."
This comment shocked me. Other people? I wasn't even thinking about other people right now. I didn't know what to say. I sighed as I thought about this. I really don't know what I want. "I guess you are free to date whomever you want."
Maybe it was the wrong decision, but if I told him I didn't want him to date other people, that would be sending him even more mixed messages.
Gordo, who looked kind of shocked by my response, nodded his head, "Okay. Thanks."
"I still want to be your friend," I said.
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, friends."
I looked at my watch. It was almost nine at this point, "Maybe we should start walking back," I said.
Gordo nodded his head, still looking as if he were in a daze. We turned around. The walk was pretty quiet as we walked back. It seemed longer walking back than it did coming there, but we made it.
When we walked back, I noticed that almost everyone was sitting there eating breakfast. Everyone except Miranda. I could tell everyone was confused when they saw Gordo and I walk in together. Luckily, by then, I wasn't crying anymore.
Jaime got up and walked over to me, "Lizzie, can I speak to you in the other room for a minute?"
I looked at everyone, who looked as if they didn't know what was going on. I nodded my head, "Sure."
Jaime and I walked into the living room and sat down, "Okay, so Anna is going to kill me if she finds out that I did this, but did you ever meet our cousin Stuart?"
Stuart? That seemed to ring a bell, "The one from Baltimore?"
Jaime nodded her head, "Yeah, that's the one. Well, anyway, he is in town."
I was about to ask her why this was important to me.
"Yeah, and last Christmas, I lost a bet with him, and one of the things I have to do is get him a date."
"What??"
"Well, it wouldn't be a significant date. It would be a group date. He came in town this morning and will be here for the next week. He will probably do everything with us, though."
"You want me to date your cousin?"
Jaime slowly nodded her head, "If you don't mind. I wouldn't even call it a date, though! All you have to do is be with him today."
"Today??" I said. "I can't do that."
"Please? I'd do it for you!" Jaime said.
I sighed. What am I about to get into? "How old is he?"
"Seventeen."
For some reason, perhaps because of the recent conversation with Gordo, I agreed. Jaime made me swear not to tell Anna, and if anyone asked, I was supposed to say that I was just being friendly. Stuart was being picked up at the airport now, and was supposed to be there really soon. Apparently, her parents left before we woke up to pick him up.
It was going to be weird dating someone other than Gordo, especially in front of Gordo. I was trying to picture Stuart and what he looked like, but I couldn't quite remember what he looked like. I didn't mean to sound shallow, but I hoped he was cute.
Luckily, he was pretty cute
^&^&^&^&^
A/N: I will update soon, I promise.
If you haven't read my bio, I guess you could say I have made a confession there.
If you have time, please review. It isn't required, but it would be appreciated. I would be interested to know if this story is something worth continuing.
Also, I know I said a day to a chapter, but this chapter is Part One of the day. The next part should be up sometime during the weekend, but I thought it sounded better to end it like I did.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire!
Chapter Five
Day Three
11 July 2004
Is it just me or does chocolate taste different down here? Maybe I had the same experience two years ago. I can't remember. This Twix bar tastes a little different, and if its possible a little better than does in America.
So, anyway, enough of that . . .randomness. Let me tell you about today! Today, we all got to sleep in!
Haha! No, that's not it. I will tell you though; it feels weird living with all these people. I mean, its one thing to stay in hotel rooms, but living with them is a different story.
I actually woke up early in the first place because I am just like that, and since Anna told us if we woke up early we could go ahead and hang out and do whatever. Since I figured it would be hopeless to go back to bed, because it was seven, I decided to make it an early day. I headed upstairs with clothing with the intention of taking shower. I made sure not to wake anyone up as I headed into the bathroom and took a shower.
After I got out of the shower and got dressed, I decided to go ahead and eat breakfast. It still looked like no one was up yet, but as I entered the kitchen, I found the last person I really wanted to talk to. Yeah, Gordo was sitting at the table all by himself eating cereal.
Someone must really want for us to talk or something, or they wouldn't be placing us in these awkward situations.
I got a bagel, and was tempted to go into another room, but since I didn't want to make it blatantly obvious that I was avoiding him (because that would be rude) I had no choice but to sit with him. By the look on his face, I could tell that he wished I was rude and had left for another room.
I tried to ignore it, but it hurt me when he looked like that. There is something about him that always makes me feel guilty. I think maybe we might have to talk sooner than I expected.
"Hi," I said to him, again not trying to act like I was avoiding him.
"Hi," he said.
"How are you?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful.
"Good," he answered, taking another bite of his cereal.
"So, you are up early," I noted, "Couldn't sleep?"
Gordo shook his head, "Nope."
Well, if he is going to keep giving me one-word responses, maybe I should be rude. Why is he giving me the cold shoulder? It's been almost four months. You would think that we would at least be friends by now, but apparently that's not the case. Maybe the break-up was harder on him than he made it seem. Was curious about this, so I asked him.
"Gordo?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Are we. . ." I paused, not knowing how to word this, "Are we friends?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know."
"Well, do you want to be friends?"
Again, Gordo shrugged.
"Gordo, are you mad at me?"
Gordo shook his head, "No, I'm not mad."
"Then why aren't you speaking to me?"
"I guess I don't have much to say," He said.
"You have nothing to say to me?" I asked.
Gordo shrugged, "I guess."
"Okay. Are you sure you don't want to talk about anything? I always want to talk to you."
He shook his head, "Nope. Nothing. If I think of anything, you will be the first to know."
Gordo got up and put his bowl in the sink and left the room and went outside. I don't know why, but I followed him. He looked back at me, "You really want to talk to me, don't you?" He said and he stopped.
"Well," I started, "Yeah, I do."
"Fine," Gordo said and he stuck his hands in his pockets, "Talk."
"Can we go for a walk?" I asked, thinking it would be easier to walk and talk than to just stand there.
"A walk?" Gordo repeated, "Just how long do you plan on this talk being?"
"Not that long. Come on!" I said.
Gordo sighed, "Fine."
We started walking, in silence at first. "So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked.
"Us," I said.
" 'Us?' Heh! Last I checked, there was no 'us.'" Gordo said.
"Gordo, don't be like that."
"Like what? We broke up, remember?"
I nodded my head, "I know that. I think we should talk about it, though."
"What? Do you want to get back together?" he said, still seeming a little bitter.
"No," I said, "That is not what this is about. I have just noticed that we have been avoiding each other lately, and I don't think that is right."
"Well, you hurt me," Gordo said.
"I'm sorry I hurt you. You have hurt me, too."
"How have I hurt you?" he asked.
"The way you have treated me now. You never want to talk, and it's hard to see my best friend shun me like you have."
"Well, how do you expect me to act?"
"Like my friend. I miss my best friend, Gordo."
"Lizzie, I don't know how you feel, but believe it or not, I am still in love with you! There! I said it! Is that what you wanted to hear?" Gordo said, raising his voice slightly.
I shook my head, and suddenly I started crying, "Gordo, believe it or not, I love you too."
"Then why did you break up with me?"
"Gordo, right now, my head is mixed up in a lot of places. Right now, I love you, but I don't feel like I am in love with you right now. Maybe someday that will change, but I can't change how I feel right now."
"Yeah, but why did you break up with me?"
"Gordo," I sighed, still crying, shaking my head, "It's just that our relationship got too complicated. It was almost like everything got too serious all of the sudden."
"I thought things were always serious."
"I know, and maybe they were. It's a little more complicated than that, okay?" I cried even harder.
Gordo sighed and stopped walking and so did I. He looked at me, as if he were about to say something, but couldn't say it. He almost looked as if he were about to cry, "Lizzie, you hurt me a lot when you broke up with me, especially because I didn't see any of it coming. Lizzie, I can't even describe how I felt," he said, "but the sad thing is, despite any hurt you gave me, its hard to be mad at you. I think I have accepted the fact that you broke up with me, but you also left me with something that broke me even harder. With your explanation, you said that maybe later we could get together after you sorted things out."
"What are you trying to say, Gordo?"
"I thought you meant a month or two, but when you didn't say anything, I didn't know what to do. I waited for you, but it occurred to me that maybe we wouldn't get back together. I guess what I am trying to get across is this: Is it worth waiting for? I mean, are you going to make up your mind anytime soon, or should I assume that I am free to date anyone, because if so, I might start dating other people."
This comment shocked me. Other people? I wasn't even thinking about other people right now. I didn't know what to say. I sighed as I thought about this. I really don't know what I want. "I guess you are free to date whomever you want."
Maybe it was the wrong decision, but if I told him I didn't want him to date other people, that would be sending him even more mixed messages.
Gordo, who looked kind of shocked by my response, nodded his head, "Okay. Thanks."
"I still want to be your friend," I said.
Gordo nodded his head, "Yeah, friends."
I looked at my watch. It was almost nine at this point, "Maybe we should start walking back," I said.
Gordo nodded his head, still looking as if he were in a daze. We turned around. The walk was pretty quiet as we walked back. It seemed longer walking back than it did coming there, but we made it.
When we walked back, I noticed that almost everyone was sitting there eating breakfast. Everyone except Miranda. I could tell everyone was confused when they saw Gordo and I walk in together. Luckily, by then, I wasn't crying anymore.
Jaime got up and walked over to me, "Lizzie, can I speak to you in the other room for a minute?"
I looked at everyone, who looked as if they didn't know what was going on. I nodded my head, "Sure."
Jaime and I walked into the living room and sat down, "Okay, so Anna is going to kill me if she finds out that I did this, but did you ever meet our cousin Stuart?"
Stuart? That seemed to ring a bell, "The one from Baltimore?"
Jaime nodded her head, "Yeah, that's the one. Well, anyway, he is in town."
I was about to ask her why this was important to me.
"Yeah, and last Christmas, I lost a bet with him, and one of the things I have to do is get him a date."
"What??"
"Well, it wouldn't be a significant date. It would be a group date. He came in town this morning and will be here for the next week. He will probably do everything with us, though."
"You want me to date your cousin?"
Jaime slowly nodded her head, "If you don't mind. I wouldn't even call it a date, though! All you have to do is be with him today."
"Today??" I said. "I can't do that."
"Please? I'd do it for you!" Jaime said.
I sighed. What am I about to get into? "How old is he?"
"Seventeen."
For some reason, perhaps because of the recent conversation with Gordo, I agreed. Jaime made me swear not to tell Anna, and if anyone asked, I was supposed to say that I was just being friendly. Stuart was being picked up at the airport now, and was supposed to be there really soon. Apparently, her parents left before we woke up to pick him up.
It was going to be weird dating someone other than Gordo, especially in front of Gordo. I was trying to picture Stuart and what he looked like, but I couldn't quite remember what he looked like. I didn't mean to sound shallow, but I hoped he was cute.
Luckily, he was pretty cute
^&^&^&^&^
A/N: I will update soon, I promise.
If you haven't read my bio, I guess you could say I have made a confession there.
If you have time, please review. It isn't required, but it would be appreciated. I would be interested to know if this story is something worth continuing.